#day 9 ghost king au

[randomhuman45]

Dannymay 2022- Day 9 Ghost King AU

"Sup dude? Uhhhhh, what's up with the, uhhhhh," Tucker said gesturing to the space just above his head.

"Look Danny I know we're the losers of the school, but this is a bit much." Sam adds in.

"Okay, okay, I know I know, but hear me out." Danny stammers to his defense.

"Oh, this better be good." Sam responds crossing her arms across her chest with an unamused look on her face.

"Okay so you know how Clockwork told me I had 'urgent duties to attend in the ghost zone'?"

"Yeah you kind called super frantic dude."

"Anyways, so exactly 1 year from yesterday I defeated the previous Ghost King, so as per the ancient tradition and law of the ghost zone, I was to be crowned the new king and ruler of the ghost zone and all ghosts."

"I'm sorry what?" Sam asked.

"Dude you mean to tell me my best friend is a King? Hey can you make me a lord or something? Oh, I know! You can make me a knight! Can I get cool armor and a sword? A sword would be so cool!"

"Shut up Tucker!" Sam retaliated. "Are you joking Danny? I swear you better not, this is a serious thing!"

"Trust me the rulers of different parts of the ghost zone were all there like Dora and Frostbite, plus Clockwork and the observants had to read from this giant ancient book and it was a whole thing."

"So you have the ring of rage and crown of fire now?"

"Yeah. And see that's the problem."

"Yeah no kidding."

"Danny you're a mess already with your powers. Adding more power to that is just going to be a mess!" Sam argued.

"Okay, wow. First of all, ow. Secondly, not what I was talking about. You see since my role as King wasn't challenged by any of the lower division royalty members in the zone, my royal ghost stuff cannot be taken off. So I'm stuck with the crown and ring on me 24/7!"

"Okay but why is the crown of rage a Burger King crown?" Tucker asked.

Danny just sighed and slumped down. "Look when I detransform I still can't take them off. But Hades explained that I can alter the way they look. Apparently it's how he alters how he looks to humans when he enters the living world. Anyways, a small simple silver ring and burger king crown were the best I could come up with. So, yeah. This is what I'm going to be wearing the rest of my life."

"Damn dude. You are so gonna get beat by Dash for that. Good luck."

"Well what else was I supposed to do?"

"Literally anything else. Danny, you can't take it off, meaning it can't fall off, you couldn't just make it so small people can't see it or small and dark enough to blend in with your hair?" Sam pointed out.

"You know I hate you right?"

"You're welcome. So, change it?"

"Uggg, I would if I could Sam. But I kinda need Hades' help. I basically had him do this for me cause I could NOT figure it out."

"Well like Tuck said, good luck with Dash."

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Bonus:

Phantom Chat Room

Phantom_Can_Get_It: Omg have you guys seen Phantoms' new look????? That fire crown is sooooooo hot!!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥😫😫😫😫

Phantom_is_a_hero: I saw! It's so badass!!!💪💪💪💪💪

Phantom=Fenton: You guys have to be kidding me! Fenton comes to class with a crown on and now Phantom has a crown!!!! Are you blind!!!Clearly they are the same person!!!

Phantom_Fanatic: Omg I thought we blocked Wes, who keeps letting him in here?????

Phantom=Fenton: You do know my dad is like a tech genius right? I won't let you silence the truth!!

Phantom_my_hero: You mean the guy who's been trying to get into Mayor Master's pants for the past 3 years?

Phantom_is_a_hero: Loser! Besides Fenton probably just wore it cause I called him the king if losers.

Phantom=Fenton: You called him that because he was wearing a crown. He was wearing the crown before you called him that.

Phantom_Fanatic: Omg can someone just kick him out again!!!

//Phantom_Can_Get_It has kicked Phantom=Fenton out of chat//

Phantom_Can_Get_It: There you go bestie!!!!❤❤❤❤❤

Phantom_my_hero: Thank you!!❤❤❤

Phantom_Can_Get_It: Okay so I know Phantom was wearing a ring, but you think he would leave his partner for me?????

Phantom_my_hero: Oh absolutely!!!!

#dannymay2022 #day 9 ghost king au #danny phantom #burger king crown #phantom trio shares 1 brain cell #and sam has it 24/7 #wes weston #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #dash baxter #paulina sanchez #star (idk last name) #does she even have a last name in cannon #idk i havent seen the show in so long #i cant write #lol just imagine danny trying to shower after pe with the burger king crown on tho #danny walks into class with it on and lancer is just done with his shit #lancer doesnt even say anything just a deep sigh and look of disapproval #lancer questions how him and jazz are related

[whereonceiwasfire]

Am I ever gonna finish my Day 9 Dannymay prompt? wHo kNoWs, cErTaInLy nOt I, tHe CrEaToR oF tHe wOrK?!?!

Pretty jazzed about how it's turning out, but somehow, also, motivation eldudes me *shrugs helplessly.* Ask me how fun it is being a fickle creative lol

(Also defs wrote a short fic for day 9 too because Ghost King Danny is just *clenches fist* so good).

#danny phantom #phanart #ghost king au #ghost king danny #danny phantom fanart #wip #dannymay2022 #dannymay #day 9

[floating-pisces]

Dannymay Day 9: Ghost King AU

#dannymay2022 #dannymay #dannymay day 9 #danny phantom #ghost king au #dp #phanart #floating-arties #digital painting #blob ghosts #ghost king danny #space cape #ghost zone

[blackpensils]

DannyMay Day 9/Day 12: Ghost King AU/Elements

“What is the Ghost King without his revitalizing Queen?”

Wasn’t going to participate in DannyMay but I changed my mind. This is a few days late tho, but who cares about time anyway, right? Also could this fit the theme of “Elements” as well? Since Sam is in her plant self here. I’m gonna say it does. Kill two birds with one stone.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #danny x sam #dannymay2022 #ghost king au #ghost king danny #plant sam #plant queen #phanart #phandom #day 9 #day 12 #elements #Digital Art #My Art

[five-rivers]

What Was Bound, What Was Loosed 6

AO3

The palace of the King of All Ghosts was surrounded by acres upon acres of gardens.  They were tended to by shades, shadowy not-ghosts bound to the king’s will.  

The new king’s shades were gentle, quiet, unassuming, and faded into the background, unlike what they had been for the last king.  Pariah Dark had been anything but gentle, and his shades had reflected that.  Even during his golden age, they had been forceful, a projection of his confidence, his power.  

Petitioners were received in the gardens, now.  Not the throne room.  Never the throne room.  Never a throne.  Those who knew what went into a coronation were not surprised.  Others…  

He was so different from Pariah.  Pariah had not opened his keep to petitioners for years after he was crowned.  When he woke it was with fury in his heart, vengeance on his mind, for all that the strain of his coronation kept him from attempting conquest for several long, blessed years.  

No, the new king was… soft was not, perhaps, the correct word.  Perhaps there were no words that could truly describe him in his entirety.  When he saw petitioners, his weakness, his wounds, were clearly on display, something that few rulers would ever allow.  The times when he accepted petitioners were short, scattered, his health not robust enough to withstand longer audiences.  

Yet even those whose requests were turned away did not dare attack him, did not dare try to threaten him for the sake of their wish.  

This was at least partially because of the looming presence of the Master of Time at the king’s shoulder, but… not entirely.  No.  Not entirely.  

The new king was young, small, hurt, and, at times, desperate.  But there was something about him, something invisible and sharply dangerous.  To push him too hard would be to press bare hands against shattered glass.  Not done wisely.

Although some would say that petitioning the Ghost King was unwise to begin with.  

.

Danny was finding balance.  

Somehow.  Somehow.  

He still ached for sleep, still lacked the energy to stay awake, still felt like he was falling apart, still felt like an open wound, like he was made of salt, like everything he was had been broken, but he was finding balance.  Because for the first time since all of this started, he was really helping.  Helping someone.  Helping a person.  People.  

People came to ask him things.  Came to him, in his lonely castle, in his palace, in his prison.  Came to him, cautious but hopeful.  

When Danny could help… It felt amazing.  Soothing.  Like a balm on his soul.  When he couldn’t…  When he wouldn’t… 

It was a work in progress.  

He breathed in, as deeply as his lungs would allow.  He could smell the roses.  There were a lot of roses in this part of the garden, blue ones that grew from ice.  

“I don’t understand the gardens,” said Danny.  He leaned forward, to prod at a small flower that grew near the legs of the bench, but overreached.  Dizziness overtook him and he almost tipped over.  

Clockwork steadied him.  “What don’t you understand?”

“Hm?”

“About the gardens?”

Danny blinked, slowly.  “Why they’re here, I guess?  I don’t…”

“They make you happy, do they not?  They are something you enjoy?”

“I guess,” said Danny.   

“That is reason enough for them,” said Clockwork.  

His thumb brushed the side of Danny’s neck and Danny flinched away.  Immediately, Clockwork dropped his hand and drifted back, away from Danny.  Danny longed for the touch and was glad it was gone at the same time.  He hunched his shoulders, trying to ignore the contradiction.  

He wanted–

He didn’t know what he wanted.  

“So… stuff will just happen if I want it?”

“That is, perhaps, an oversimplification, but yes.  Your thoughts and feelings direct more than the weather.”  Clockwork flew into Danny’s line of sight.  “Your personality forms much of the basis for the underlying essence of the Infinite Realms and from that essence comes things like this.”  He cupped a rose that was as blue as an evening sky, in one hand, turning it towards Danny.  

“But flowers aren’t really… I don’t know.  My thing.  They’re more Sam’s thing, if anything.”  He liked them, and they responded to him, but they didn’t make sense for him.  

“That they are not your passion does not make them meaningless to you.  I cannot say what they mean to you, but perhaps, like many people, you associate them with life.”

Danny pursed his lips.  “Maybe,” he said.  He closed his eyes.  

“Would you like to try to sleep?” asked Clockwork.  

“Not yet,” said Danny.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to, not yet.  “Let’s…  I think there’s one more person waiting for today.”  He nodded.  “One more.”  He could feel the shades bringing them now.  

“I am unsure this is someone you will want to see.”

“Can’t be any worse than any of you,” said Danny, feeling snippy at being told what to do, after everything.  He leaned back against the bench, resting as much as he was able.  If he fell asleep now… it would be good, if he could fall asleep.  

He didn’t.

The shades were close, now.  He opened his eyes to greet whatever guess they’d brought.  

He was abruptly not tired at all.  Or, at least, the possibility of rest was completely banished from his thoughts.  

“You!”

“Goodness,” said Spectra.  “You say that as if I was the one to betray you and trap you in a thankless job like a slave.”

“Go away,” hissed Danny, trying to stand.  

“Is that any way to treat someone who’s trying to help you?  Although, I suppose you may not know any better considering how all your attempts at helping have worked out.”

“I don’t want any help from you.”

“Oh, but you need my help, don’t you?  At least you know that I’m honest with you, dear, unlike–”

Wrath flushed through Danny’s body so quickly that it left him blind.  

(The Ghost Zone trembled.)

(The older ghosts had known - it had only been a matter of time.)

“Daniel,” said Clockwork.  “Breathe for me, Daniel.”

Clockwork was holding his hands.  

“There you are.”

“Where,” said Danny.  “Where did she go?”

Clockwork paused.  “I sent her away,” he said.  “She will not bother you again.”

“Why didn’t… you do that before?” asked Danny.  He was having some trouble breathing.  

“I do not wish to interpose myself between you and your choices, Daniel.”

“Warn me,” said Danny, moving his hand to grip at Clockwork’s arm, “next time.  More.”

“Of course.”  He shifted to support Danny more.  “Would you like to go back to your room?”

Danny felt like crying.  “I won’t be able to sleep.”

“You could still rest.  I could read to you.”

Danny closed his eyes and slumped forward. “Okay,” he said.  “Okay.”

#danny phantom #dannymay 2022 #dannymay #dannymay 2022 day 9: ghost king au

[pseudovilli]

DannyMay Day 6 & 9 — Space / Ghost King AU

#danny phantom #danny fenton #my art #dannymay2022 #day 6 #space #day 9 #ghost king AU

[shadowstar1919]

Ghost King Danny Phantom/Fenton Danny Finally acepted his crown.

#Danny Phantom #dannymay2022 #king Danny #Ghost king #Danny phantom fanart #Phanart #dannymay #day 9 #ghost king au

[channajen]

Dannymay2022 Day 9: Ghost King AU

It was just a normal family dinner...until it wasn’t.

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It was just another Tuesday—until it wasn’t. The Fenton family was having a rare night with the entire family at the table eating a meal that wasn’t fighting back. It had been a normal day. There had been little to no ghost activity the past week, which had concerned Danny a bit. The halfa didn’t want to jinx his good fortune by thinking too much about it, though, so he put it out of his mind and relished being well-rested for a change. This particular Tuesday night, he was enjoying a meatloaf that wasn’t attacking him, and he was actually having a decent conversation with his sister and parents that didn’t involve ghosts. It was a perfect evening. That should have been a clue that something was going on, but Danny was just basking in the unusual feeling of being happy with his family.

Then time just…stopped. Everyone and everything just froze mid-motion. Danny instinctively reached for his chest and felt the cool weight of a time medallion on his chest. He looked up and saw his mentor standing behind his father. “Clockwork?” He asked, confused. “What’s going on? Why are you here?”

***read the rest on a03***

#Dannymay2022 #ghost king danny #ghost king au #feels #Dannymay2022 day 9

[annymation]

Reimagining “Wish”

Rewrite

Chapter 1- The Intro

Chapter 2- Asha’s Big Day

Chapter 3- The Question

Chapter 4- The King and Queen

Chapter 5- When Blue Turns Green

Chapter 6- And The Star Answered

Chapter 7- Inspire Them

Chapter 8- They Know

Chapter 9- Tangible Things

Chapter 10- The Thanks I Get

Chapter 11- Into The Eye Of A Storm

Chapter 12- Magic Pencil

Chapter 13- Magic Mirror

Chapter 14- I Will Protect You

Chapter 15- At All Cost?

Chapter 16- This Wish

Chapter 17- To Give You Even More Than… This

Ao3

Bonus

Villains Backstory

AUs

Deleted Ideas

Fun Facts About The Characters

Characters

Part 1- Reimagining Asha

Part 2- Reimagining the Villains

Part 3- Reimagining Star

Part 4- Reimagining The 7 Teens

Part 5- Reimagining Valentino

Designs

Asha 💜

Aster 💛

King Magnifico 💚

Queen Amable 💙

Valentino 🤎

Bravo 🩶

Comic

Progress on Chapter 1

Progress on Chapter 1 part 2

Songs

You’re A Star rewrite

Wish Away- Villains duet

This Wish- I Want Song

What We Know Now rewrite

This Wish- Villain Reprise

Voices

Recasts

Asks

Where did wish magic come from?

How the 7 teens changed Simon’s mind

What The Stars Said (Look at the reblogs to see it in full)

Cute Nicknames Asha and Aster call each other

Possible AU

Future professions of the cast

Young Magnifico and Amaya + Florian designs

Ghost Florian (And more)

How Florian Died

How Was Magnifico and Florian's childhood

Character’s favorite foods

Character names

Characters Birthdays

Aster being human

Asha Flirting With Aster

Aster Flirting With Asha

Can Aster Cry?

How the stars reacted to Aster messing up

Asha and Aster being cute

#disney wish #wish 2023 #wish #wish star #disney #wish asha #wish disney #wish movie #rewrite #wish rewrite

[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 9. Don't Know

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Synopsis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Fighting. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao Word count: 2722 words. A/N: Shoutout to @ghosts-girl_ on IG for sending me a Sukuna fanart that was inspired by this fic! Tysm <3!

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

Going back to the hospital always scared me. I always enter the doctor’s office with sweaty hands while imagining the worst in my mind. The white and neat walls, decorated with informative posters about the importance of exercising regularly. The light gray floor was freshly waxed, I could see my scared face reflected in it. There were a few fake plants around to make the place look less intimidating.

The doctor was asking me questions about my lifestyle over the past six months while typing incessantly on the computer perched in the middle of the large desk. The doctor took out the new x"ray that had been taken of my neck and inspected it in front of the light screen. He didn't say anything, he just analyzed her very carefully to not make a wrong diagnosis. My manager, Mei Mei, came with me this time for support despite having a tight schedule. She noticed I was nervous, so she patted me on the back to calm me down.

“Do you think she can fight soon, Doc?" Mei Mei asked him my biggest concern.

“Her neck has completely healed, if she wanted, she could fight tonight,” the doctor answered with a smile.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips at the wonderful news I had awaited for so long. 3 years to be precise. I was out of the octagon for 3 years on medical recommendation so that my neck would heal completely and avoid future injuries. My face was about to cry with joy, so I hid it in my hands. I was about to reborn, I already wanted to return to the gym with my team to train like in the old days. Start again, conquer the battlefield and recover the title that was taken from me.

Mei Mei and I left the office to meet my friend and training partner, Nobara, who was waiting for us along with Mei Mei's younger brother, Ui Ui. I told her the good news, and she hugged me happily. We used to do everything together before I was injured, now we could go back to our routine as if nothing had happened.

“Everyone will be very happy when they see you back at the gym,” Nobara said excitedly.

“Finally,” I sighed heavily jokingly. “Mei Mei, shall I ask you to gather the team?” I asked her nicely.

Mei Mei was in charge of ensuring that my schedule was met without delays. She was the one who organizes my fights, gathers athletes for special training, hires doctors, etc. She was always busy, but she never let me out of her sight. Not only that, but she always took care of my my needs even though Team Black gives me everything I need. I told her not to worry so much in several occasions, but she always responded with “you never know.”

"I'm already on it, darling. Also, since your appearances with Ryomen, there are several sponsors interested in you,” Mei Mei reminded me of the unexpected kiss Sukuna gave me after his crushing victory against Naoya a couple of weeks ago. "Your life will return to normal in no time."

"When do you plan to come back?” Nobara asked me excitedly.

"I don't know yet, I have to talk to Sukuna's manager to agree on a release date and find a replacement,” I replied.

"When you have the date, let me know,” Mei Mei asked me without taking her eyes off her phone.

"When you return, could you bring me something signed by the King of the Ring?". Ui Ui asked excitedly.

"I'll see what I can do,” I answered honestly.

Mei Mei and Ui Ui left after that. Once we lost sight of them, Nobara took my hands to approach my face curiously. I moved away from her face at the unexpected proximity. When I saw her eyes sparkling from excitement, I could imagine what she wanted.

"So… You and Sukuna, huh?" she asked excitedly.

Since living with him, I have noticed that our relationship had improved, but only as a coach-athlete relationship. I haven't noticed that he treats me sweeter, that he gives me flirtatious glances or that he gets nervous when I am around. He continues to act as the same fearsome Sukuna as always.

My feelings towards him have also increased. When I have to watch him to make sure he does the exercises, my mind travels back to the passionate nights we've had together. I can no longer see his hands without thinking about how he holds me by the waist or his face without imagining him moaning my name. He made me blush without even trying, I was fed up. It was so frustrating not being able to do my job well.

"There’s nothing between me and Sukuna,” I answered, removing my hands from the grip.

"Don’t lie to me! Everyone saw that passionate kiss he gave you!" Nobara scolded while pretending to make out with herself.

"Sukuna only did it to annoy Naoya," I answered, trying to downplay it…

…but I couldn't ignore it. After that night, my perspective on Sukuna had completely changed. I wasn't surprised that I fell in love with him, I mean, I have a reputation for choosing the worst possible men. I had to get rid of this feeling as soon as I could. If I could do it while I lived with him, great, but I knew perfectly well that after asking for my resignation, Sukuna would throw me out and this feeling would go away on its own like a cold.

"And how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?" Nobara asked me.

The idea that Sukuna was interested in me in that way was tempting. It wasn't crazy considering we've already slept together twice, and he kissed me on international television, but I highly doubted that was the case. Yuuji had told me that Sukuna wasn't interested in having a girlfriend and I doubt that will change anytime soon.

“Impossible,” I answered without further ado.

"Oh, come on! Men never kiss woman just because,” Nobara argued.

"What do you know know about men? You're a lesbian,” I joked.

"I know how they behave when they like a girl, it's what we have in common," she challenged me.

My heart wanted to believe her, but my mind warned me with red flags that I shouldn't. Being in love is complicated.

At first, I had a hard time adjusting to living with Sukuna. I lived alone for so long that I forgot how it was living with someone. Quickly, I could adapt to his cold attitude in the morning, seeing him walk around the house wet and with a towel wrapped around his slutty waist, and listening to his complaints when we left the gym. Sukuna is the one who pays for everything, the only thing I could contribute to the house was to cook for him from time to time if the cook was not available. I couldn't help but feel like a sugar baby, but that feeling went away every time I used the magnificent indoor pool.

The microwave announcing that my popcorn was ready brought me out of my thoughts. I was preparing myself some popcorn as tonight's fights began. The schedule was not very exciting, except for the main fight. The fight for the heavyweight division championship between Toji Fushiguro and Aoi Todo. A battle between two powerful giants of the UFC.

I returned to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn to my liking in a bowl. I opened the refrigerator to look for the juice I had bought before I got home. Being a high-performance athlete, Sukuna's smart refrigerator only served to store large amounts of chicken breast, vegetables, and sparkling water. If I wanted something with sugar or “chemicals”, I had to buy it myself and hide it so as not to tempt Sukuna's appetite. As I closed the door, I noticed the new dietary regimen that Sukuna's nutritionist had asked hm to follow.

"Chicken, rice, and broccoli for 4 days straight? No wonder he's always so angry,” I thought out loud as I quickly scanned the sheet of paper.

No sugar. Do not eat carbs after 6 pm. Just an egg without yolk in the morning. I knew that Sukuna was a highly disciplined athlete, but going on such a demanding diet was ridiculous. If a nutritionist asked me to follow this regimen like a soldier, I would fire her in no time.

There were so many things I wanted to change about his extreme lifestyle, but I was sure I wouldn't be able to figure it out before my last day. Furthermore, I had to tell him that I would no longer be his coach and that someone else was going to take my place. I didn't know how he would even take the news. I just had to make sure to tell him when he is in a good mood. Who am I kidding? He is never in a good mood, that goes against his personality.

"Fuck this shit!" Sukuna yelled as he reluctantly entered the house. Now was not the right time to tell him.

He tossed his backpack onto the small stool at the entrance, where we kept our shoes and had a mirror for finishing touches. Sukuna slammed the door shut which offended my ears. I just watched him confused while I ate my popcorn.

"Things didn’t go well with the Olympian?" I asked, trying to understand where his anger was coming from.

While I was at the doctor, Sukuna went to the Olympic stadium to have an exclusive sparring with a boxing gold medalist. He insisted that I cancel my appointment to come with him, but I told him that even if I did that, I wouldn't be much help. My specialty is jujitsu, not boxing. I told him that Gojo knows more than me, and he stopped annoying me.

"That idiot asked for a break on the fifth round. Can you fucking believe that?! The best boxer in the nation?! My balls can last longer than that!” He exclaimed in annoyance as he ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"Could it be because it was training and not a real fight?" I asked before putting a popcorn in my mouth, staying calm. If I got down to his level, he would only get more upset.

"If I had wanted to waste my time, I would have trained with one of the gym's rookies,"Sukuna mumbled.

He sat on the stool and sighed heavily as he unlaced his shoes to enter the house. I could see the helplessness in his eyes at not having the demanding training he wanted. Having a perfect streak of 28 overwhelming victories, he hasn't had a rival who can match his level in years. Always being the winner means that you are not learning, and you are staying stagnant while others moved forward, Sukuna was afraid of being left behind.

I sighed as I understood his anger, putting the bowl aside to approach him. I took advantage of the fact that he was at my level to gently massage his shoulders. Even though I didn't do it with a romantic intention, touching him like that after weeks felt like drinking water in the middle of the Sahara. A temporary pleasure that I had to take advantage as much as I could.

"Do you know what it means that he didn't last more than 5 rounds?" I asked him while massaging his neck.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit," he mumbled, focused on his shoes.

"Let me finish!" I barked. "It means you're better than an Olympic medalist," he looked at me again, calmer now.

"You think?" he asked me, looking at me to deduce if I was saying it out of pity or not.

"Of course! You are the king of the ring, not just in the UFC!" I cheered, giving him a friendly pat on the arm.

"Not everyone can go against the king," he said with an evil smile.

It was one of those few times I've seen him smile like that. I'm glad to know that I could be of use to him outside the gym. I wanted to be the cause for him to smile more often, even if it meant he didn't feel the same way about me. A reality that I was willing to accept for the sake of both of us.

The fight between Aoi Todo and Toji Fushiguro was about to start. The current champion, Toji, entered shining his glorious belt with Welcome To The Jungle by Guns N' Roses in the background while the commentators read his statistics. Aoi, the challenger, Todo looked forward to the fight from the octagon. The crowd was excited, music was blaring from the speakers, and commentators were debating who would take home the belt. It was an important fight that deserved to be seen on the room's beautiful 80"inch screen.

"That son of a bitch," Sukuna snorted behind me, referring to Toji. He was in my robe as always before going to sleep.

"A talented son of a bitch," I joked. "Sit down and watch it with me."

"I'll watch it until I get sleepy," Sukuna scoffed as he sat next to me on the couch.

After formal introductions and the referee's instructions, the first round took place. The two mastodons faced each other face to face in a rain of punches and jabs that seemed to have no end. They were like two bulls striking each other with their sharp horns, making the plaza resonate with the power of their tackles. It was clear that Aoi Todo was a born boxer who did not allow himself to be intimidated by the enormous presence of Fushiguro with those beastly hits. Before Toji could take him to the ground, like he had done in the fight against Sukuna, the bell rang.

“Who are you rooting to?” I asked Sukuna excitedly.

"I do not know, and I do not care." he answered with a yawn. That answer deserved me to throw my empty popcorn bowl at him.

"It's a very important fight! You should know!" I scolded him as the TV went to commercial break. "Todo and Fushiguro have been fighting for the division title for 2 years. Both have won twice simultaneously. This is their fifth fight. It's the fight for 3 out of 3!” I explained. Sukuna shrugged his shoulders, downplaying it the importance it deserved.

"And who are you rooting for?" He asked me to make conversation as they returned to the fight.

"Aoi Todo is a magnificent boxer like you…". At the comparison, Sukuna gave me a killer glance. "Obviously, you are the best," I corrected before he killed me.

"That is what I thought."

"But Toji is a complete fighter, I am team Toji for life," I replied with a proud smile. Sukuna gave me another killing look, this time it was more stern. I really don't learn from my mistakes, huh? "Obviously I'm Team Black before that," I said with a guilty smile.

The champion threw a quick jab, but the challenger easily dodged it. Aoi responded with a combination of quick strikes that made Fushiguro flinched. He stumbled back, but stayed upright. He threw a wild right hand, but the challenger blocked it with his forearm. The challenger took the opportunity to launch a flurry of jabs that Toji dodged like a master. Aoi continued entering her field, causing Toji's back to hit the fence. He threw one last desperate right hand, but Todo dodged it and responded with a left hook that sent the champion to the ground.

"¡No!" I exclaimed upon seeing the knockout.

"Too bad…" Sukuna mocked me.

After my champion couldn't get up easily, the referee ended the fight. The challenger had won the fight with a monstrous knockout. The crowd roared and Todo raised his arms in victory as he ran around the octagon. He had defeated his legendary opponent and became the new champion of the heavyweight division.

"First words after defeating such an important rival?". The interviewer asked Todo as he celebrated with his team supporting him behind him.

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[valenfangs]

Valenfangs is very happy to announce . . . VamPride!

transcript and prompts under the cut

We are inviting any fans of the Vampire Chronicles and its derivative works (books, show, movie, that other movie, play – and every colour in between) to have some fun with us in June as we celebrate pride!

Show your colours through a variety of mediums - fics, art, moodboards, playlists, headcanons, edits, cosplays, we want to see it all!

Fill as many prompts or as little as you like! You have three prompts per day, and you can use just one as inspiration or combine multiple prompts into one work

This is a month of celebration and we want to celebrate everything you do! Make sure to tag us @valenfangs so we and all our followers don’t miss your awesome contributions

We're here for you! If you have any questions, our ask box is open!

PROMPTS:

1 - San Francisco // gay bar // sunshine

2 - beach // ice cream // tough love

3 - drag queen/king // butterflies // asexual

4 - rose garden // Roaring 20s // threesome

5 - rule 63 // art museum // haircut

6 - Omegaverse // sunglasses // stuffed animals

7 - Renaissance // blood-red lipstick // crushed velvet

8 - Greek mythology // handwritten letters // grey hair

9 - glitter // lollipop // ghosts

10 - free day

11 - coffee and cigarettes // impact play // musical theatre

12 - butch/femme // bondage // leather

13 - rainstorm // dom/sub drop // Shakespeare

14 - pirate AU // worn-out sneakers // candlelight

15 - free day

16 - tattoos and piercings // fishnet // hair dye

17 - Old Hollywood // hoop earrings // Hawaiian shirt

18 - high school/college AU // pet play // pearls

19 - gloves // labyrinth/maze // love triangle

20 - free day

21 - apples and pears // stained glass windows // double penetration

22 - burger and fries // Coca Cola in a glass bottle // antique shop

23 - tiara // driving lessons // reality TV

24 - silk pajamas // acrylic nails // enemies to lovers

25 - costume party // black nail polish // waterfall

26 - pencil skirt // smoothie // blind date

27 - murder mystery // slumber party // high-heeled boots

28 - black cat/golden retriever // ballet // sex shop

29 - the zoo // Oscar Wilde // reading glasses

30 - pride parade // daddy/mommy kink // brat

#vc #iwtv #tvc #vampire chronicles #the vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #iwtv amc #amc iwtv #anne rice #armand #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #daniel molloy #marius de romanus #bianca solderini #pandora #iwtv 1994 #lestat the musical #queen of the damned #qotd

[baronessblixen]

Fictober 2023

All the stories in one place. A huge thank you to everyone for their support this month.

Day 1: Secret Spots - This is cotton candy-flavored fluff set after "Millennium": Mulder and Scully go to Mrs. Scully's house and find themselves all alone for a moment...

Day 2: Just in Case - This is angst/hurt/comfort with a dash of hopeful cheesiness. Starts off in Dod Kalm (yes, you read that right). Mulder decides to be brave in what he believes to be his last moments on earth.

Day 3: The Deepest Cut - Diana/IVF angst (with a soft ending): Scully is already upset about a colleague's pregnancy and then Diana shows up and makes things worse.

Day 4: Always Expect The Unexpected - Some soft, fluffy silliness today: Scully and Mulder see her mother out on a date with... A.D. Skinner?

Day 5: If I Were The King of The World - Fluffy-fluff set in Detour: We get to see a bit more of Scully singing to Mulder...

Day 6: In The Blink Of An Eye - Angst/Mulder in peril: Mulder happens to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time...

Day 7: Glimpses of October - Post-IWTB/Pre-Revival vignette: Mulder watches his son play in the fallen leaves. Or is he?

Day 8: A Very Queequeg Morning - Hurt/comfort AND humor after "Pusher": Mulder doesn't mind Scully showing up at his apartment after the case at all. Only problem: she's not alone.

Day 9: Talk Vanilla to Me - Rated M/banter/humor(?): Mulder can't sleep, but luckily, Scully is there to listen… and maybe more.

Day 10: Wishes - Fluff(?) post "Je Souhaite": Mulder wants to know what Scully's wishes would have been.

Day 11: Always Partners - Set in season 6, hurt/comfort, some angst: Kersh puts Scully on another case without Mulder and once again she gets hurt.

Day 12: The Easiest Choice - Fluff, rewrite of the last scene in "Existence": Mulder asks Scully what she's going to name the baby.

Day 13: Don't Forget The Cake - Fluff-ish, season 6: Diana throws Mulder a surprise birthday party. Chaos ensues.

Day 14: Preparation is Everything - Fluff, set after "Alone": With Mulder being unemployed, and Scully on maternity leave, they spend their time thinking about furniture, baby names, and all the ways their lives will change.

Day 15: Temporary Insanity - Angsty first kiss fill-in for "Paper Clip": What happened on that elevator ride?

Day 16: Mothers Always Know - Post-ep (sort of) for "Chimera", fluff: It's the Sunday morning after Mulder stayed over at Scully's and he has a somewhat awkward run-in with her mother.

Day 17: In Sickness And in Health - Hurt/comfort post-"Arcadia": They're on their way back home from The Falls at Arcadia when Scully gets sick.

Day 18: Beautiful In My Eyes - UST-filled post-ep fic: Mulder thinks Scully is the most beautiful person wherever she goes. She doesn't believe him so he tries to make her see it his way.

Day 19: It's Us Against The World - Angst, canon divergence for "Nothing Important Happened Today": No matter what Kersh said, Scully doesn't want Mulder to leave her and the baby. But what choice do they have?

Day 20: Shooting Stars - Mulder and Scully sharing a bed during two nights in The Rain King. After a first awkard night, what happens during the second one after the party ?

Day 21: No Longer Stuck In The Past - A different kind of post-episode fic for "The Unnatural": After his and Scully's baseball date, Mulder runs into Diana.

Day 22: Cookie Theft and Other Crimes - How the Ghosts Stole Christmas post-ep, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff - all the fixings: Bill Jr. runs into Mulder in the middle of the night and it goes as well as you might expect.

Day 23: You're Not Welcome Here - AU in which Diana didn't die and Mulder didn't leave after "Existence": Scully and William are waiting for Mulder when no other than Diana Fowley walks into the basement office.

Day 24: Rules Are Rules - Set in season 7, fluff: They're not supposed to share a room while on assignment. But aren't rules meant to be broken anyway?

Day 25: Another Banner Year - Set after "Our Town", before "Anasazi": Melissa shows up at her sister's apartment, demanding a few answers.

Day 26: I Saw Your Face In A Dream - AU where Mulder and Scully meet on karaoke night at a bar.

Day 27: Christmas With You By My Side - Sequel to day 22 "Cookie Theft And Other Crimes" but can be read as a stand-alone: What happens when Mulder wakes up with Scully in his arms?

Day 28: The Truth Is (Not) Found In A Glass of Whiskey - All Mulder wanted to do was drop off a report. Now he has to deal with a drunk Skinner.

Day 29: Glass Half Full - Sequel to "The Truth Is (Not) Found In A Glass of Whiskey": It's the morning after and Skinner wakes up with a hangover - and remembers way too much from the previous night.

Day 30: Feelings You Can't Hide - A post-ep for "Bad Blood" obviously. A jealous Mulder, an attempt at humor and the hint of angst may be found here.

Day 31: Trick or Treat - IVF arc, angsty fluff: They're supposed to go to the Gunmen's Halloween party, but there's something they need to make sure of first.

#fictober23 #my writing #my fic #xf fanfic #msr

[thebooo-merang]

I have always loved the idea of Danny being made the Ghost King against his will! A reluctant king For  @dannymayevent ! A mixture of:  Day 9: Ghost King au Day 11: Blood Blossoms 

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #Dannymay2022 #ghost king danny phantom #Dannymay #Dannymay 2022 #ghost king au #blood blossoms #clockwork #clockwork danny phantom #my art

[marzfartz]

Dannymay Day 9: Ghost King AU

This is one of my favourite AUs the collar crown is such a great look and so much fun to draw

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #danny fenton #dp fanart #dannymay #dannymay2022 #my art #ghost king au #ghost king danny

[gazs-blue-hat]

Simon Riley Reblog Masterlist

Here's everything I have ever rebloged about Simon Riley. Be it art, blurbs, whatever, you'll find it here.

Art Masterlist

Scary Dog Privilege- X Reader Art

Going Dark

Gorgeous

Dad!Simon pt.2

Glare

Soap's Simp Folder

I Don't Know Why I Bite

Big Guy

Comfort

Working Hard (or Hardly Working)

Autopsy

At the Gym

Smoke Break

You Fucked Up

Retired

Dad!Simon pt.1

Unmasked

Riley and Riley

Gone Fishin’

Fluff Masterlist

Ghost as a partner

Dead Disco- Chapter 9

A Good Father- (Wife!Reader)

Welder!Ghost Imagine

Firefighter AU

Disobedience

Great Kisser

Secret Wife pt.2

Oversized T-shirt

Nightmare- (Hurt/Comfort)

Pornstar!Ghost- Safeword

Adoration

Mama's Boy- (Hurt/Comfort)

Secret Lovers

Pornstar!Ghost- Matching Set

Hush

Girl Dad

Sleepy

Dog Dad

Observant

Lovely

Pornstar!Ghost- Aftercare

Worried About you

Wash it Away

Dark Vision- (Hurt/Comfort)

A Proper Name

Touch

Like A Horror Movie- (Hurt/Comfort)

Actions More Than Words

Lime-Sized

Just Like You

Face Shielding

Lazarus- (Hurt/Comfort) (NOT X READER)

Pillows

Panic

Not in a Long Time

Street lamps and Stories

Vows

Home

Angst Masterlist

Sand in His Pockets

Zombie!Ghost- Roommate

Hold on

Humming- (Dead Disco Zombie Au)

Shadows Of The Past

The Experiments

How Many Fingers?

Bitten

Smut Masterlist (Anything Sexy Really)

Need It- (Sub!Ghost x GN!Reader)

Overstim- (Husband!Simon)

Period Sex Symbiote AU

Something to Break the Tension- (Car Sex)

Body Worship

Mirror Sex

Black Metal and Bourbon pt.2

On a Slow Night

Pornstar!Ghost- Solace

Symbiote AU

Pornstar!Ghost- Accidentally On Purpose

And On The Seventh Day

Pornstar!Ghost- Make It Personal

Something to Make It Worse

Love Language

Edging

The Sun- Epilogue

Masks

Feeling you

King and Knight Ghoap

Husband!Ghost

Pillow princess!Simon

Tears

Closer

Just Practice

Crack Masterlist

Dad Jokes

Goober

Everything Else

Snowblind- (Series Masterlist)

Ghosts and Mirages- (Series Masterlist)

Ghost Masterlist by @charnelhouse

Light On- (Series Masterlist)

#simon ghost riley x reader #masterlist

[sapper-in-the-wire-old]

METI’S SWORD MANUAL

Argument

1. Glory to the Divine Corpse, o breaker of infinities.

2. I am Meti, of no house but myself. In my 108th year I am surrounded by fools. My compatriots cling obsessively to their destiny, and my only apprentice is an idiot speck of a girl with more talent for eating than skill with the blade. Therefore I have decided to die drowning in the boiling gore of my enemies, of which there are many.

3. My master was the greatest lord general to the king Au Vam, Ryo-ten-Ryam, who first coaxed me into learning the ways of turning men into ghosts. As his interest quickly turned to the wholly uninteresting and most useless parts of my body, I returned the favor and relieved him of his.

4. It is my personal opinion the straight sword is best if you can obtain one, but I also favor the sabre. The spear, stave, or club are peasant's weapons of which I am wholly unfamiliar and so will not speak on them.

5. Upon meeting me, you might find that my appearance is quite dreadful and unkempt. I have been spat upon by priest, king, and merchant alike. I have no retainers, and possess nothing except a straight sword six hand spans (five and a half kret) long (this is the proper length). This is because I am Royalty and the undisputed master of the principal art of Cutting. I will fight naked with ten-thousand men.

6. From the age of thirteen I practiced every day with the straight sword. I followed a strict vegetarian regimen, and harsh training of barefoot sprints (five) between cities, squats and breathing exercises (two bells), and sword drills and resistance training (three bells).

7. By the age of sixteen, my body was a steel edifice. I was so often mistaken for a man I began to wear my hair long with no pins and unbind my breasts. I could break stone with my hands with no effort, I could sprint between the Yellow City and the Lunar dominions in a day or less and barely strain my breath. My mastery of the sword complete, I enlisted in the Middle Army's third legion, where I was widely respected as a swordswoman of incredible power.

8. When it came time to face my first real opponent, the Colossus of Pardos, in my youthful pride and immense skill, I brought all my training and mastery to bear. Scarcely half a day passed before my sword was shattered into thirty pieces, my right leg was almost torn from its socket, and my honed body was broken pathetically in a hundred and forty places. I defeated him by gouging his brains out through his breathing valves. My thumbs, in this case, proved far more useful.

9. At that moment, with my thumbs in his brains, I had a revelation. I had trained far too broadly. Existence and the act of combat are absolutely no different, and the essence of both, the purity of both, is a singular action, which is Cutting Down Your Opponent. You must resolve to train this action. You must become this action. Truly, there is very little else that will serve you as well in this entire cursed world.

10. I hope that by reading this manual, you will be thoroughly encouraged to become a farmer.

Mastering the Sword

1. YISUN's glory is great, and you may know this by two paths, the sanctioned words, and the sanctioned action.

2. The sanctioned words are YS ATN VARAMA PRESH. The meaning of these words is YISUN and their attainment is Royalty.

3. The sanctioned action is to Cut.

4. To Cut means division by the blade of Want, that parer of potentials that excises infinities.

5. To train with the sword, first master sweeping. When you have mastered sweeping, you must master the way of drawing water. Once you have learned how to draw water, you must split wood. Once you have split wood, you must learn the arts of finding the fine herbs in the forest, the arts of writing, the arts of paper making, and poetry writing. You must become familiar with the awl and the pen in equal measure. When you have mastered all these things you must master building a house. Once your house is built, you have no further need for a sword, since it is an ugly piece of metal and its adherents idiots.

The 18 Precepts

1. Consider: there is no such thing as a sword.

2. Your stance must be wide. You must not be spare with the fluidity of your wrists or shoulders. You must have grip on the handle that is loose and unstrained. I heard it said you must be tender with your sword grip, as though with a lover. This is patently false. A sword is not your lover. It is a hideous tool for separating men from their vital fluids.

3. Going onwards, you must adjust hands as needed, do not keep the blade close to your body, keep your breathing steady. This is the life cut. You must watch your footwork. Your feet must be controlled whether planted on fire, air, water, or earth in equal measure.

4. Breathing is very important! Is the violent breath of life in you not hot? Exhale! Exult!

5. You must strive for attachment-non-attachment when cutting. Your cut must be sticky and resolute. A weak, listless cut is a despicable thing. But you must also not cling to your action, or its result. Clinging is the great error of men. A man who strikes without thought of his action can cut God.

6. To cut properly, you must continually self-annihilate when cutting. Your hand must become a hand that is cutting, your body a body that is cutting, your mind, a mind that is cutting. You must instantaneously destroy your fake pre-present self. It is a useless hanger on.

7. A brain is useful only up until the point when you are faced with your enemy. Then it is useless. The only truly useful thing in this cursed world is will. You must suffuse your worthless body with its terrible heat. You must be so hot that even if your enemy should strike your head off, you shall continue to decapitate ten more men. Your boiling blood must spring forth from your neck and mutilate the survivors!

8. You must never make 'multiple' cuts. Each must be singular in its beauty, no matter how many precede it. You must make your enemies weep with admiration, and likewise should your head be shorn off by such an object of beauty, you must do your best to shed tears of respect.

9. When decapitating an enemy, it is severe impoliteness to use more than one blow.

10. A man who finds pleasure in the result of cutting is the most hateful, crawling creature there is. A man who finds pleasure in the act of cutting is an artisan.

11. Man always strives to cut man. Therefore he who draws his sword the fastest is the survivor. To pre-empt this, you must live, eat, and shit as a person who has their sword drawn. It doesn't matter whether your blade, in actuality, is always out of its sheathe, though you will look like an idiot if it is.

12. Consider: The undefeated swordsman must be exceptionally poor.

13. The weak swordsman reserves his sword strokes. He clings excessively to his blade. His footwork is unsteady. His grip is too hard and he is afraid to crack the earth with his step. He has a shallow and wandering gaze, his tongue is sluggish and pale. He refuses to exhale the hot breath of the Flame Immortal.

14. The weak swordsman clings to victory. He thinks of his life, his obligations, the outcome of the battle, his hatred for his opponent, his training, his pride in his mastery. By doing so, he is an imperfect vessel for the terrible fires of Will. He will surely crack. He will not laugh uproariously if he is cleft in two by his opponent’s blade. When his sword is shattered, his hands will be too reserved to tear his enemies’ flesh.

15. The weak swordsman strikes his enemy down and thinks his task done. He relishes in victory. He casts away his sword and returns to his lover. Little does he know his single cut will encircle the world five times and strike him down fifty-fold.

16. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.

17. In manners of terrain, you must learn to cut yourself from it. You must cut even your footprints from it, if need be. Have complete awareness of each crawling thing and each precious flower, each blade of sweet grass and each clod of bitter earth, each beating heart and each being that thrums with love, hope, and admiration. Only then are you qualified to be their annihilator.

18. Excess heat and excess coldness are undesirable. Learn to read the weather.

Closing

1. It is said the greatest warrior-kings may sublime violence and forget all they learn about the sword. This is true. But the only true path to kingship lies through regicide.

2. Moreover, only the worst kind of idiot strives to be king.

3. My extreme hope is that some measure of wisdom will penetrate the thick skull of my apprentice. If not, may reading this manual demonstrate your powerful disinterest in it, and may its true value die with me.

4. Reach heaven by violence.

#k6bd #kill six billion demons